It just hung there
A full round moon
Suspended by beautiful back darkness
without beginning or an end
Suddenly it almost moved out of sight,
and I strained my neck to look at the tiny sliver of sky one last time
And from my tiny ariplane seat
I found comfort in my theory
That if the moon doesn’t need to be held up by anyone or anything,
then neither do I.
A conglomerations of individuals
suspended in our own dark universe,
That’s all we are;
And we try to shine bright for others,
sometimes forgetting that we feed from the light of others as much,
if not even more so,
than they feed from our glimmer of hope.
Oh, I sometimes feel alone in my dark sky
with nothing beautiful to show but fog and a barely discernible glow of moonlight.
Other times I feel light radiating from me;
Fire coming from my fingertips, emanating to those bodies of light who feed from kind, small words of encouragement
And those three little words we seek to be spoken to us
truthfully, quielty, surely
When we feel we could not be loved by anyone or anything without becoming more shiny, pretty things.
I make peace with dark solitude
I do not need a lesson on the importance of human kindness, generosity, and love.
In my darkened sky,
If I sometimes shine,
I do so to light the way of those around me
Hoping that as I learn to brighten up my sky,
They can do the same with their own darkness.
If one day I can hang here, suspended with a multitude of stars,
It’ll be because I was never afraid to be suspended alone in the dark.
So here’s the secret:
Just pretend, as you hang in darkness,
to be one with the stars,
daughter of the moon,
and dance around the darkened sky as if you needed nothing else but your own dim light as your spotlight.